Two more stories from the book I never published. The first, Bondage in Lycra, makes me bound by conscience to advise readers never to allow someone they don't know very well to tie them up in their own home, even if nothing bad happened to this writer when he did. He was lucky.
BONDAGE IN LYCRA
After running in the park one day in the fall I started a conversation with someone who had been cruising me. The conversation got around to the rangers practicing using handcuffs on each other in the winter when the park was empty and quiet. From there I found out he was into the scene and arrangements were made to meet a few days later.
He showed up late and we came to my place. I had changed into sweatshirt and running tights in the park to save time when we got here. Then the fun began. Nylon rope and red bandanas were used. First my hands were tied together. He then went to work with about 50 feet of rope over the rest of me. The knees were tied together, thighs were tied, rope wrapped the chest and arms and finally looped around the tied hands and brought over the shoulders and through the crotch twice so that a V was formed, pushing up and out my cock and balls. One of the ropes over the shoulders was pulled tightly up the crack of my ass. Even though I had lycra running tights on, the friction of the rope between my legs and up my ass was fantastic whenever I moved.
Finally he asked if I was comfortable and then the icing was put on the cake. After he was sure I was ok I was blindfolded with one of the bandanas. He then got a glass of water and told me to drink. After I took a drink another wadded up bandana was shoved in my mouth and another tied tightly around that. He stepped back to admire his work and there I stood, blindfolded, tied with yards and yards of rope and gagged so I could not make a sound other than moan — which I did a lot of.
He then tossed me on the bed and began exploring my body with his hands. Every time I struggled the ropes in my crotch and up my ass tightened and turned me on more and more. The effects of the lycra tights is fantastic. Finally he pulled up the sweatshirt and pulled down the front of the tights and began playing with my tits and cock and balls. Good thing he had me gagged so well. He got turned on by the amount of moaning through the gag I was doing. Finally he sucked me off and again it’s a good thing he had me gagged tightly. I was worried my neighbors would hear me through the gag. He then jacked himself off on my chest and let both of us calm down before releasing me.
I still see him in the park but unfortunately for me he will not have anything to do with me. That was my first experience and it was almost two years before any others. Unfortunately finding tops has been difficult in Northeast Ohio. After my first experience I have not been bound and gagged nearly as much as I need to. My dream is to find a permanent top who loves seeing his bottom bound and gagged for hours on end.
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BIRTHDAY PRESENT
On my 45th burthday I arrived home to find that my friends had rented a hustler. I opened my TV room to find a beautiful blond stud about 20 years old, dressed in worn-out Levis, a hot pink lycra muscle shirt which was pulled up to his armpits and in lipstick across his abdomen was printed HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
The young stud looked frightened, my friends had securely bound his wrists together over his crotch (with red satin ribbon), brought the ribbon under his crotch, up his back and tied the other end around his neck. If he had tried to get up, he would have choked.
His beautiful chiseled lips had been coated with lipstick (a tip off Guy had gagged him, he's a really nelly fag and makes all his “boys” wear lipstick), and gagged with a white silk scarf so tight his tongue was pushed out under.
Blondie didn’t know what to make out of what he’d gotten himself into. I checked the wrist bonds, then kissed his mouth, dripping saliva on his dry tongue — My kisses smeared the lipstick onto the silk gag some more. I slipped the hustler’s boots off, got my pocket knife and cut his muscle shirt off. He had a few hairs around his nipples and I scraped them off with the sharp blade. I could see a tremendous bulge in Blondie’s pants. He was excited. I sliced the ribbon on his neck and he relaxed a bit.
I lifted him off the couch and had him kneel in front of me. I played with his tits until the nubs were raw, then unbuttoned his Levis. He was wearing candystriped nylon bikini stretch underwear (all stretched out of shape — believe me).
The cut ribbon I anchored around his ankles after removing his Levis, then had him lie on the carpet after I’d untied his wrists, face down, his hard-on smashing into the wool fabric. I fingered his asshole through his nylon bikini, shit marking the asshole. By now it was 7 o'clock and I had guests coming by for drinks so I took my necktie off, rebound his wrists behind him and tied the end of the necktie to the ribbon around his ankles. I tightened it, hogtying him perfectly. I loosened his gag after I poured myself a Scotch/soda and gave him a drink before I retied the gag, effectively stifling any complaints.
I locked the door behind me, and entertained my friends who stayed until 10:30. When I unlocked the door, Blondie was still trussed like my little sex toy. I stripped down to my briefs and sat on the floor. I cut a slit in his bikini underwear between his buns and slid a finger into his ass. It was moist and his ass begged for more. I sliced my necktie in 1/2 and Blondie was able to stretch out. I lubed his ass with Foreplay Lotion, rolled a rubber on my cock and eased myself down on him, my pecker splitting his buns — he was a pro — his ass ate up my cock, when I came it continued milking my throbbing bone.
I eventually pulled out. It was midnight. I ran a bath, blindfolded the young stud, untied him and walked him into the bathroom. A couple pints of douche cleaned him and then I helped him into the warm tub and got in behind him. I scrubbed him up (his body was raw from the scrubbing). He wanted the gag removed. I took it off and he started talking so I wadded it up and shoved it back in without tying it. He knew who was boss. I removed the blindfold and washed his hair.
It was after one when I baby powdered his hairless torso and curly bush and crawled into bed. He crawled in beside me. I took the saliva soaked gag from his mouth and kissed him goodnight.
In the morning I woke to him sucking my piss hard-on. Before I came I told him to just jack me off and he did. A memorable birthday present.
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